Frustration.

Even though I am a hundred different people I will never be enough for you.

My head is fuzzy from lack of sleep. Soon I'll start seeing things. This hasn't happened in awhile. It's just too hard to dig myself out of the hole at this point. I'll just keep going deeper. Nobody cares and even if they did they wouldn't be the person I want to care. 

I just want to be wanted.

And I want to make good art damnit fuckk shittt. I've been making some lately and I'm really proud of it and than later I realize just how shit it is. 

I think I'll go fill the void with Urban Outfitters and than beat myself up later for spending all my money on shoes.